Four
Days since quarantine: 16.
Lunch: half of an apple fritter, half of a maple bar. Leftover braised tofu and garlic green beans.
Dinner: meatloaf, mash potato and glazed carrots. Eating this on a Sunday evening makes me feel positively American, even if I also spent the entire day making bánh khúc for lunches and breakfasts later on this week.
Mood: anxious. Had a couple of dreams that. . . weren't bad, per se. They just had a sense of unease about them. I'm also anxious about classes starting tomorrow, how it's all going to go this term in this ongoing pandemic. But at least I can stay home, and D. is around all the time. As far as crises go, this one's not all bad, I guess.
True to yesterday's promise, I took a break from the tretinoin tonight and opted for a sheet mask instead, which led to a moment of comic relief for the both of us as I fumbled around, unable to move my head or face very much.
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